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When you left the house that day,

I wish I would have known

it was the last time

I'd hear your voice,

see you smile

or laugh,

friend.

What crossed your mind that moment

before Death claimed your life

and made you his own,

stealing your breath

and your soul

at once,

friend?

Are you as happy in death

as you were in this life

where you had riches,

our closeness,

many friends,

and love,

friend?

The sun seems much dimmer now,

barely releasing warmth,

not rising as high,

feeling lonely,

bitterness,

and pain,

friend.

You are fondly remembered

for all the good you did--

being a great friend,

helping others,

selflessness,

and more,

friend.

Are my words reaching you there,

easing the loss you feel,

giving you some hope

that we'll speak soon,

make contact,

or meet,

friend?

When it's my time, please greet me

to show me the right way

and make me welcome,

soothing my fear

with a smile

and touch,

friend.

---oOo---

Sunshine

February 1, 2007

---oOo---

It seems that when I try to write poetry these days, the subject is nearly always centered around the loss of someone cherished. I suppose we write what we know about, and I'll admit to dwelling on this a great deal. Just to try something different and not worrying about making words rhyme, I've chosen to write seven stanzas, each consisting of one sentence that spans over seven lines--the first having seven syllables, the next six, the next five, and so on.

Thanks to Soul Bound for the quick read through.